I was always throwing half written essays in bin. I dreaded revealing my family business. Lectures and my parents forcing me to stare at myself in mirror saying my ears turned red they knew I was lying. I wasn't lying most the time I blushed just talking about anything! I shook having to tell whole class that my most prized possession was from my grandparents

I had ideas for essays. I just did not apply myself to write them.
Plastic surgery for cosmetic reasons. Why can't we be happy with what God blessed us with.
School uniform. I agree with uniform because it means that kids won't get picked on for not having designer clothes. I agree with schools that banned those bows because girls were getting teas ed for not having the expensive ones.
Fox hunting. Euthanasia. I didn't want to tempt fate.
I wrote my English essays in biology. A French teacher said I could do two things at once. I even wrote a ghost story in half hour before I went to class.
Cats and dogs. Are people really like cats and dogs in nature. They want to be friends but run from one another or appear as enemies.
I wrote a paragraph then threw it in bin on way out and never completed it at home. First time I never did my homework. Astronaut.
I had this irrational fear of having my work and opinions read out in class !
I asked one girl I walked home with about this assignment we did. She said she wrote about how jealous she felt when her younger sibling was born. I would never have admitted that even in writing.
I had problems with what to express emotional wise. I was too gaurded playing my cards too close to my chest.
I had a friend saying my tone of voice was so monotone. No worries . I don't hold things against anyone . I am not wholly innocent . Soz sandwich. My tears dry on their own.

I did an essay. My teacher said it was too cliché
I took it too literal and became obsessed with creating something original.
I found new ways of expression. I sketched in my wind down time.
I started going toy sport more often. I was good. Not as good as my ex pal team mate. My mum said when she came to meet me and my brother that she was going to be beating everyone up in no time. We had years on her.
I showed her how to do front crawl. I had been swimming for years. She beat me on about the third length of the pool. No.doubt sport was her talent.
I told her in class when she was a bit indecisive about college after high school that she should stick to sport. She had nothing to prove. I think I need to take this on board myself !